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Satoru’s late for class, because of course he is. He has double potions with the Hufflepuffs, and he's bad at potions and should really attend the classes and use all the help he can get, which is why the universe is against him today. This is what Satoru gets for staying up late at night practising with the golden snitch because he is determined to beat Hufflepuff in the next game. His long existing rival, which he may or may not decide for himself that they are rivals, Geto Suguru, is the Hufflepuff seeker. So, it just makes sense how Satoru is practising hard just so he can wipe the smug look off Geto’s face when he catches the snitch.
Grabbing his round shaped sunglasses and almost falling down the moving stairs he made it to class. Maybe that's the moment when he should have just said screw it and skipped it altogether. Who needs potions class anyway. It’s not like Satoru has a dream of becoming an auror and fighting crimes. He could just skip one class and pray he is able to at least receive an Acceptable score, but before he even had time to turn his feet away and make a run for it, Professor Malfoy notices him standing there through the half opened door and waves him in.
He senses it, the very moment he goes through the door, like a wave of smell coming from all corners of the room at once and just crashing into him. It's everywhere, and it overflows his senses so strongly it’s giving him a headache. Satoru has always been sensitive to his surroundings because of his heightened senses coming from the Gojo clan, a pureblood family. Instead of just sitting down and doing his work like a normal student would, he looks for the person with the overpowering smell. Because that's his cologne, he's sure, but it doesn't smell like Geto just decided to wear some today. It smells like he decided to bathe in his own cologne for days and dumps the whole thing in the classroom, just for the giggles.
Everyone in class was too busy with their potions to care that Satoru is literally just standing there and taking a whiff of the air for quite a long time. Geto glances at him and smirks, like he knows he just pulled the greatest prank of the decade. Satoru could not let him get away with this so he strutted to said person’s table.
“You think your prank is so funny do you?,” Satoru sneered and lowered his sunglasses to properly glare at him.
“What did I do today to make the all and mighty Gojo dear mad? Didn’t get enough beauty sleep? Maybe try not to sleep too late with a stick up your arse that makes you all cranky in the morning,” Geto gives him a side glance. “Please leave. I have a potion to finish.”
“What the hell did you do? The entire class smells like your stupid cologne, bangs. Did you go insane and start pouring it everywhere to prove a point? Mark your territory? Weird place to do that isn’t it? How the whole class is calm about this and not go insane because of how stupid the smell is i don’t want to know.”
“Oh, and pray tell what do I smell like? How do you even know it’s my scent? You have no proof of it.” Geto replies with a smirk on his face that Satoru would love to wipe off by punching him squarely in the face. And maybe sooth it with his hand.
“It reeks of cigarette smoke, Geto. With a hint of citrusy smell and also fresh parchment. Bloody hell, how do you not even know what you smell like?”
“Okay, and? That’s surprising how you specifically know what I smell like, but I'll let it slide. ”
“Maybe if I don’t have a really sensitive nose I won’t be smelling you that much.”
“Is there any problem here gentlemen?” Professor Malfoy cuts in. “If there isn’t, Mr. Gojo please get to your table and start brewing your potion,” he said while pointing to the table with Nanami flipping through his notes. “Oh and also ten points from Slytherin for being late to class. I hope this is the last.”
“Of course, Professor. Promise I will not do it again.” Satoru said politely and walked to his table after pointing his middle finger at Geto.
Throwing his books on the table, Nanami stares at him rather disappointedly. That’s surprising. Satoru never expected Nanami to care about house points so much as to even get mad at him.
“Maybe try not to embarrass yourself at ten in the morning,” Nanami said. “What's that supposed to mean? I’m only fifteen minutes late, give or take.”
“So, I'll just get straight to the point. The potion we’re brewing today is amortentia,” Nanami said while stirring his pot. There was a pause. “I think you’ll figure that out with the pretty head of yours.”
“Oh fuck.” Satoru said when the realization hit him. He was right all along, the universe really is against him today. He should’ve just stayed in bed and skipped this class altogether. Nothing can be more mortifying than this. Not even the embarrassment of accidentally getting cat ears and tail transfigured on him by Shoko as a prank that lasted for a day. He would rather be at the end of the killing curse right now. That’s a quick and pain-free death where he doesn’t have to feel anything while now all he can feel is his cheeks reddening in shame.
“You walked towards Geto before I even had time to warn you. Sorry I didn't want to ruin a moment there.”
“Nanami, what are your thoughts about using the killing curse to help your dear friend stop dying from embarrassment?”
“I would rather not be in Azkaban right now, Gojo. If I were to kill you, it might as well be at my own free will and not just to end your pining suffering.” Nanami said boredly, not wanting to indulge Gojo further in his weird antics.
Satoru fake gasps at that. “Boo. I’ll make the Gojo clan cover up for you, bribe some Wizengamot members to let you get away with murder.”
“You can easily use a disillusionment charm to hide from him, you know. There’s no need for dramatics.”
“Good suggestion. Oh how I wish to have an invisibility cloak no wonder the great Harry Potter could get away with everything.”
“Well, no time to ask for the chosen one for the cloak now isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I just have to get through this class and make a run for it. Hide somewhere” Satoru said, focusing on his potions and never looking up to meet anyone’s eyes again for the rest of the class.
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Potions class was dreadful. Satoru barely made it through the day. The potions he tried to make turned into a whole disaster because his mind is just filled with Geto’s scent. It was hard to focus when all Satoru can think about is how his amortentia, the most powerful love potion in existence, that oozes out the scent that reminds a person of the things that they find most attractive, gives him Geto Suguru. Satoru was not attracted to Geto, or so he believed. Maybe he is obsessed with their rivalry but that’s only because of quidditch and not some weird love obsession.
The time Professor Malfoy dismissed the class, Satoru made a run for it. He absolutely does not want any confrontation with Geto after that.
There weren't many discrete places in Hogwarts, most of them are pretty open. Satoru wanted to sit by the lake or even head to the Astronomy Tower but decided otherwise. He went to the quidditch field instead to hide in the stands. Maybe if he lied down on the floor no one would find him and he would just be consumed by some nargles, or whatever weird creature out there in the field that would be able to swallow him whole. He would rather have that happen than to see any students ever again, especially him.
“Hey, look who’s sulking out here,” a voice that he easily recognizes comes to his mind and there’s no way he would mistake the scent of his magical trace. Him.
What the actual fuck.
And here Satoru thought he would get his peace and quiet but no. Fuck the universe and fuck his fucked up fate. How did he end up here?
“Go away if you’re here to reject me or ridicule me for the thing I did. I do not have any feelings for you,” Satoru said with his arm slinged over his sunglasses. “Try not to tell the whole school about it, or maybe you already did. Whatever.”
“You think so lowly of me dear Satoru,” Geto drawls out his name in syllables. “You don't have feelings for me? Well the potions tell otherwise don't you think,” Satoru can hear his mocking voice. He thinks.
“It’s not real.”
“Sure, so is magic”
Silence wraps around them for a few moments. It feels long to Satoru; he almost thought Geto would actually just leave him alone there to drown in his own thoughts and feelings.
“I think it’s only fair if i tell you what you smell like based on amortentia now,” Geto said softly. Satoru sat up so fastly he almost stumbled down the stands. “And how would you know that,” Satoru said rather confusedly with his head tilted to the side while looking at Geto.
“I have my sources. It's up to you to believe me or not.”
“You mean someone actually likes me enough to be able to know what I smell like in their amortentia? That’s absurd.”
“How is that absurd? You don’t think everyone here is actually in love with you?” Geto gave Satoru a look of disbelief. Why would Geto not trust him on this? Wouldn't his rival agree with this?
“Maybe. I do think I’m likeable enough but not for someone to be so completely obsessed with for that to happen.” Satoru said quietly.
“Well, surprisingly there is. The person mentioned that you smell like something sweet,” Geto paused. He looks like he’s thinking hard about what he’s about to say next. “Strawberries, most likely. Or treacle tarts that you would always eat at the great hall.”
“How would you know that, look at me from across the hall from your table do you?,” Satoru remarked accusingly. He seems to be smiling now knowing that someone was looking at him with his habit of shoving treacle tarts down his throat in one sitting.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s my sources speaking,” Geto huffed. “But I do know that you receive owls from your family every weekend bringing packages of mochi.”
“Oh! I absolutely love the mochis they send. You know how Honeydukes doesn’t sell these things and it sucks because they’re my favourite. So that’s why my family would owl them to avoid me from throwing a tantrum.” Satoru takes a deep breath before continuing his rant. “Do you also know that the filling is the greatest part of the mochi and how it would burst in your mouth and you just taste extreme sweetness! It's the best feeling in the world. Hah. See what I did there.”
“That’s nice. There was a faint smell of it in my amortentia.”
“And you could never find this anywhere near here. I need to have it ordered weeks before receiving it. Wait what do you mean your amortentia-”
Satoru stops his ranting to process his thoughts. Satoru stared longingly at Geto who’s now just gazing his eyes at the quidditch field. Satoru tries to recall that Geto said something about amortentia, his amortentia.
Oh.
“Oh,” Satoru said, stunned. His round sunglasses were lowered and big blue eyes stared at Geto in shock and disbelief he was just fluttering it rapidly. “Yeah,” Geto said slowly, turning his head towards Satoru and smiles softly. Geto can feel himself getting flustered being under the gaze of Satoru. Geto thinks his eyes look terrifying up close. It's like if you look at it long enough you’re able to possibly swim and drown in it, as cheesy as that sounds. Does he even blink?
Satoru blinks.
“Are you kidding? You can stop with your jokes now you know I've had enough of it for today.”
“I’m not. You can pour veritaserum down my throat and ask me that question if you want. But yes, I am here to make a confession that I do smell you in my amortentia,” Geto takes a deep breath. “And maybe I do like you. A bit.”
“Fucking hell Geto,” Satoru said rubbing his eyes in his hands. He takes off his sunglasses and places them between his legs.
“Maybe use my given name if you want to reject me and your own feelings, Satoru.” Geto sighed softly and stood up to walk back to wherever he needed to go. Satoru grabs onto Geto's sleeves in panic.
“Wait no that’s now what I meant. It’s just that- I don't know how to do this. What happens after all this confession we make Geto?,” Satoru looks up to see where his eyes are. “And for the record, I like you too.”
“Well Satoru, that’s good to hear. For a start, say my name,” Geto said softly and intertwined his hand in Satoru’s.
“Suguru. I like you.” Satoru said rather fastly. This is new.
“That wasn’t that hard wasn’t it? I don’t understand the whole rivalry thing you got going on with me, you know it’s one sided right?” Suguru comments on his odd behaviour. “Yes we’re in different houses but we only compete on that and quidditch. I would call you my acquaintance, or a classmate. A dear friend if you will.”
“Don't you think having rivals is fun Suguru?” Satoru likes the taste of Suguru’s name on his mouth. He could do this all day. “Constantly bickering and looking forward everyday to making your life miserable and beating your ass at quidditch. I think that’s rather exciting than being boring classmates.”
“You know there’s a fine line between love and hate? I think you’re just obsessed with me and were always begging for my attention,” Suguru said accusingly at him. “Now you have all the time in the world to spend with me.”
Satoru blushes at the known fact. Maybe he is obsessed for Suguru’s attention. No, he is absolutely sure that he’s obsessed for it.
“Well who am I to deny Suguru's undivided attention. Now we can obsess over each other everyday.”
“Good enough for me. Don’t obsess over me too much, you'll miss catching the golden snitch on our next match because you were too busy looking at my most gorgeous face.”
Satoru has already forgotten all about the match. Fuck. “I sure will win the next game, maybe keep an eye out so you don’t fall off your broom.”
“I am a better flyer than you Satoru, don't you deny that.” Suguru said and Satoru silently agreed with him. He would never tell Suguru that though, he would rather be chased or almost getting burned by a dragon than having to admit that to Suguru.
Suguru looks like he was deep in thoughts judging by his furrowed eyebrows. Satoru would love to kiss it away. Why does Suguru have such a kissable forehead? “What do you think of a date to Hogsmeade this weekend? We could go to the Three Broomsticks. I could also buy you sweets to stock up.” Suguru asked, snapping Satoru out of his dazed look.
“Hogsmeade this weekend sounds nice. I’d even go to the Shrieking Shack with you if you asked, or dragged me with you.”
“It’s a date then. So, I'll see you this weekend, and in classes again tomorrow.” Suguru is already standing up, probably to leave for his next class.
“Yep sure.” Satoru said, popping the p. “Whatever you say wherever you go I’ll follow. Til’ the end of the world, Suguru.”
“I like hearing you say my name.”
“Where are you going, Suguru? Leaving me here all alone after asking me out on a date?” Satoru pouts. Riling Suguru up is always fun.
“I need to get to class, dimwit. See you soon, Satoru.” Suguru waves his hand while walking backwards not wanting to take his eyes off Satoru. Satoru waves back at him and sticks out his tongue.
Satoru is now left alone. He thinks to himself on how he got himself a date because of his own dumb self not being able to shut up. Well, he also has his own self to thank now, he got a date to attend this weekend.